(oh, oops)

*I pretend to walk away from the crazy guy, but I'm actually trying to get behind the pig-face.*

Makor pushes both the Khajiit and the Mer to the side, "Brute force always works." Makor's veins were turning bigger and purple his eyes glowed purple for about a second. 

The dragon soul I aborsed, it was corrupted, it is making me corrupt.

{I'm not controling this guy. I thought we could use him as a sacrafice.}

*I see that Makor will go crazy with the poison, so I throw my dagger right into his left shoulder, spurting out black blood.*

Makor was screaming in pain, but it wasn't his voice it was like someone else, something else. Mist came out of his mouth and flew into the air, Makor fell to the ground.

"I'm dying for a mead or twelve."

"What is this one?"

IN THE EVENING

"I need food, perhaps we'll eat the cat, his flesh is just the way I like it."

"Yeah this one knows, all muscle, unlike the pig-face, all fat!"

*I shapen my dagger, ready to slit someones throat*

(shar, I made this pic of Makor: http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/mythology/images/3/3a/Makor-3.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131112015927, so, he is probably more muscular than Jha'kal. If you press my name and check my bio you'll have the same description.

I dull the dagger, ready to slit no one's throat

:)

Falin pulled out a small satchel. "Hunting in such a foreign land is difficult. But I do have plenty of dried meat if you'd like some."

"I'm famished." Makor grabs the meat and starts to eat. 

*I look at my sharpened blade, because it is still sharpened.*

{I know, my character was insulting you.}

"Hah, only a pig-face eats with its hands, so primal. Oh wait, pig-faces are primal."

Makor got up and drew Volendrung, "I've had enough of you!" He once again charged and attempted to hit him.